Black Waves

When The Album Continues

A week later, Andy wakes up with his lover in his arms. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. He kisses the man all over his face until he wakes up. 

Remington smiles and stretches. He opens his eyes to his boyfriend staring at him and smiling. 

"Do you want to get out of the house today babe? Come with me to the studio," Andy snuggles into the man. Remington kisses his cheek. "Okay baby. But can we get something to eat? I don't feel like cooking."

"Sure sweetie. Do you want to try that café down the road? I heard they have bomb ass grilled cheeses."

Remington puts on a pair of black ripped up skinnies, a black Misfits t shirt, and spikes his hair up. He puts on a pair of checkered Vans and smiles in the mirror. Things have been going better. Andy makes sure to ask him about how he's feeling many times a day and talks him through his suicidal thoughts. He looks down at his wrist, which is barely healing. He rubs his finger tips over the wounds and groans. 

Andy sneaks up behind him and wraps his arms around him. "Hey, you okay?"

Remington smiles and turns around to his boyfriend. Andy is wearing gray tracksuit pants and a white top and paired it all with a black pair of Adidas. "Yeah, just saw my marks on the mirror," he mumbles. 

Andy takes the boys hurt arm and softly kisses all over it. "You are a beautiful existence. You are my Remi." He picks the boy up by his butt and Remington wraps his legs around him squealing.

"You better not fucking drop me!" He yells. Andy laughs and pushes him up against the wall, kissing him softly. Remington quietly moans and runs his fingers through the man's black hair.

Remington smiles at his boyfriend and is again blushing. "Hey, wanna dye my hair tonight?"

Andy lets him down and messes with the boy's hair. "Sure baby, what are you going for this time?"

Remington laughs, "I feel like I need to go back to black. We can just pick up some box dye or something on the way back."

Andy drives them to the café, and they order two adult grilled cheeses. "Oh my fucking god how are these so amazing," Remington moans, dipping it into the tomato soup. 

"Shit baby can I make you moan like that?" 

Remington blushes and hides his face. "I hate you, I just want you to know that."

Andy laughs. "Rems, you could never hate me. You'd be crawling back so quick. Begging me to suck your..."

Remington leans over and puts his hands over his mouth. "Shut the fuck up we are in public!" 

Andy is laughing even harder. "Oh baby your blushing is turning me on alone."

Remington leans back in his chair and crosses his arms. He looks irritated until he starts biting his bottom lip.

"Fuck you drive me crazy when you do that."

Remington rolls his eyes. "Okay, come on, we are leaving." He gets up and pays for their bill while Andy takes the last bite of his sandwich and walks quickly over to the boy and grabs his butt. The younger jumps and smacks his boyfriend's hand. "I swear, I'm going to leave you so you can go to the studio by yourself."

They both start walking to the car. Andy laughs and tries to put his arm around the boy and Remington smacks it off. They get into the car and Andy smiles at his lover. "Come on, don't leave me hanging. Can I at least have a kiss?"

The younger rolls his eyes, "Nope. You better start driving or we will never get there."

"Yes sir," Andy mumbles. 

After a short silent drive, they pull up to the recording studio. The men step out of the car and Andy pulls Remington into his arms. "Come on baby, I'm sorry but you are so cute when you are mad."

Remington sighs and smiles. "Are you really this tortured because I won't kiss you?"

"Yes baby. Just give me a little something. I'm sorryyyyyy."

"Nope." Remington says shortly and walks into the studio. 

Andy watches his ass and groans. I am going to hit that tonight I swear. 

Remington sits on the couch and listens to the band play Ballad of the Lonely Hearts.

Here's to the lonely hearts and the ones that never change
Here's to the failed starts and the song remains the same
We will carry on without their lonely hearts